Well, I will write about my growing up years in our farm. As you know in the small town it’s hard to buy even just a simple thing. We didn’t have a decent marketplace I mean grocery store. Even to buy meat my parents had to travel 2 hours just to go to the big city at that time. The road from our farm to the nicer town was not good, lots of potholes. Usually we would ride horses to go to that town. At that time our farm had no electricity. During night time we used lamps with kerosene in it. We really were in the boonies it seems, compared to what we have nowadays.
For my parents, my mom would go to General Santos (used to be called Dadiangas at that time) once a week. Buy what she needs for her sari-sari store then some stuff for our daily needs. For the meat my parents always have chickens, pigs and ducks. They will butcher during dinner time like one chicken or duck for us to eat that night. At that time I will always watch my cousin or my sibling kill the chicken, sometime I will help them hold the chicken so that it’s not moving while their butchering it. At first it was hard watching the chicken, but I got used to it later. Really for me that was my eye opener that I would really have to study hard to be able to have a good education and could lead to a better future. For some people they are just satisfied to be a farmer. Nothing wrong with that, but I just wanted to be different than the other people there. I want to venture outside the box as what they say. So during my high school days I studied in General Santos to start to be independent. Later in college I went to Cebu City. I was thankful for that choice because if not for that it would be hard for me to be away with my parents when I went to the States then.
My childhood in the farm really taught me a lot in life. I was so thankful for my parents and siblings in helping me go through with it. I think I’m a good helper. I also help my parents work on our coconut trees and corn fields. We have tenants, but my parents would want us to work so that we would know how to run our farm. Honestly, it did help some of my siblings because that’s what they’re passionate about. I’m proud of them for that. Just not for me though. Sometimes now I told my kids about it. They think it’s cool that I grew up in the farm and have the animals to take care of. Hmm, I don’t think my kids can really handle living and taking care of lots of animals in the farm. Maybe I should let them try. That will be a good story next time. 😉
How about you? Did you grow up in the farm and far from the city? Maybe you should share your experience to all of us too.